Potter keeps staring at me. Okay, we're potions partners today, Potter, but if that gave you a license to stare, the Ministry of Magic would have run out of paper already. I think I might drop of filibuster firework in his cauldron. Who knows, it could be amusing…

Hee hee, I did it. He looks quite cute and fanciable when he's surprised, it's really too bad he's such a git and a tosser the rest of the time. And it would be fun to flaunt him around in front of all those stupid bimbos who thinks he's some kind of Quidditch god. Honestly, if I had people like that hanging around me, I'd asked to meet them in the Transfiguration Classroom and jinx them silly. Oh, wait, I already did….

Potter is so mean! I hate him! Enough with the snide remarks already, okay? Someday, Potter may "conquer my heart" like he claims he will. All I've got to say about that is that if he does, he's going to have to drag me to the Giant Squid, kicking and screaming. Potter, just because you're supposed to be the best chaser in Hogwarts in the last decade doesn't mean that you can be…

Hmmm… Interesting. It appears that the side effects of splashing half-finished Amortentia on Potter causes large pink heart-shaped rashes to appear in the areas of contact- must remember this. Note to self: self, remember this highly useful and relevant trivia. Got it? Good. This is great fun, really. He looks like a wounded calf- maybe he'll bleat soon?
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Bugger. Although I feel kind of bad now, especially since even Sirius and Remus are dying of laughter. Even Alice has long ago submitted to the fun, gasping- that's what best friends are for, right? Even if they are the most annoyingly good-natured people on this side of the universe- except for the Martians. I've talked with them, and I must say, they're very nice. And everyone else, all my friends, may expire from lack of breath soon as well- except Pott… wait! Potter's laughing his head off too. So now I don't feel so bad. Three cheers for Lily, a brilliant, amazing, and clever redhead extraordinaire! So I smirk at Potter. Revenge is sweet, my little toadstool. Snape's look elated. Slimy, betraying git… lousy friend… how I long to get at him… no, wait. Remember, Lily, he was your friend until you got irritated with Potter last year during OWLs for hexing Snape. So now, Lily, you must not hex Snape, because A) that would make you a hypocrite, and B) he was your friend for five years. Five years, Lily. Fine. Okay, so no Snape. Plus, Potter was actually really mean. Sirius tells me he was trying to impress me- p lease? Taking off Snape's underpants? I can think of very few things I would like less to see.

Slughorn's looking at the fireworks in Potter's cauldron. I'm so glad he likes me- no detention this time- he just looks amused.

"Miss Evans, can you accompany Mr. Potter to the Hospital wing?"
I figure it's the least I can do, even if it means Potter will try to kiss me. After all, I didn't get detentions or points or… although, not that accompanying Potter to the hospital wing is such a bad thing anyway. But I must play hard to get, Lily, otherwise he'll end up treating me like one of those bimbos in his fan club. Alice smirks at me as we walked out of the door. Stupid love is always trying to get me and Potter to go out. I just roll my eyes and twirl my hair. Silly bimbo doesn't know what she would get herself in for. Me and Potter? Can you imagine the arguments?

It comes earlier than usual when Potter gives me "The Speech," something my friends have referred to his usual declarations of love and marriage. Urrgh. I just turned seventeen, Potter, I'm too old to possibly think of settling down. But we're not three steps out of the dungeon when he asks, "Evans, do you ever think about me?" An odd question from an odd duck, really. Truth is, though, I think about Potter a lot, mostly because he seems to take up so much of my time and mental energy to deal with him. And in other ways that I'm certainly not going to mention to him, as I'm playing hard to get now. Although nobody knows that except me, Lily Evans, stealth tracker.
"well," I say, dodging the question like my stealthy self, "It depends on to what, in context."

"What do you mean, Evans?" He's not a subtle one, is he? But he's grinning. Oooh, time to get him. Lily Evans, master of Cheap Shots!
"Well, in context to flobberworms, I think about you quite a lot. In context to that adorable sweetie of a hunk seventh year Gryffindor, McLaggen, you occupy almost none of my time." That is such a boldfaced lie. I hate McLaggen. Oooh, Barf City… Hey! Lily Evans, Queen of Good Lies!

He growls, "Who? Where? I'll kill him…" There's an eye-roller. How many times have I heard this? Potter, please, for the sanity of all of us, keep your hair curlers in and your hands to yourself.

"Don't." I reply boredly. "I was kidding, Potter. It's called a joke… have you ever heard of them?" His eyes light up. Pathetic. But jokes are something he can actually understand. Not that Potter is dumb… but I digress. On Topic, Lily!

"So you don't fancy him, then?"

"Disgusting," I tell him, making a Lily-face. He grins at mean, and without warning, pushes me against a wall and pins me there with his stupid strong arms. Who turned you into a rapist, Potter? What is this! I just remain Lily Evans-cool and give him a look, and try to free myself. Damn boys. It's bloody impossible.

"What do you want?" He's kind of creeping me out.

"Evans" he looks directly into me eyes, and he's got the top-ten most cute looks I've ever seen on him number one on. It looks desperate, pleading, yet elated. "You're… you amaze me. I just don't know how to tell you that, tell you how I feel…"

The bell rings. He releases me. "Well?" Well, Potter, you still look odd half-covered in tiny pink heart rashes. But cute… but I can't let you know that, because I'm Lily Evans, Master of Self Preservation!

"Potter, I'm too young to fry, let's get you to the hospital wing," I tell him. He grins at me, but looks kind of hurt. Scientific topic specimen for perusal: does Potter actually like me?